Today I (Trevor) attended a church service in a predominately Mexican neighborhood. I did this because our Pastor Rick, spoke to us about expanding our horizons to learn more about Christianity, especially poorer forms of it. What an hour of service it was!
It was quite different than the service I’m used to. There were fold out chairs, fold out tables, a cheap microphone that had been taped together, one small amplifier for the Pastor Juan, no air-conditioning, no stain glass windows, and the ceiling was extremely low compared to the raised ceilings I’ve been accustomed to.
The chairs were not terraced so as to see above the person seated in front of me, no multimedia touch screen for the Pastor to use, no live Christian band, no lights that changed to the mood of the sermon, it wasn’t in English (it was in Spanish, which I was told is the English of Mexico). There was some food with degrading names such as Whorechata (a rice milk mixed with Cinnamon) and yellow bread called Bimbo bread. I don’t know why the foods of Mexico are named after female slur words, but I assume the culture has its reasons and I’m sure their true meaning is lost in translation.
Though the amenities of everyday worship were not available, I still managed to get through the service without becoming completely depressed and bored. I wondered why these people had been financially ignored by God. Why can’t they have real worship services like the Rapture Right Ministries? Is it because they are not made in the same image as God? Is it because they serve foods with offensive names? Is it because they don’t pray hard enough? I really can’t speak for God, but I’m positive there’s a reason.
I asked Pastor Juan why the “church” (a building that during the week is a furniture wholesale warehouse) was so downtrodden, and why they didn’t have all the required technology to perform a real service worthy of God. He said that they prayed, but not for those kind of things. They prayed for spiritual gifts not earthly ones.
This shocked me because I pray for both. I told Pastor Juan to pray for the technology to make his worship service more worthy of God, but he said again “it doesn’t work that way”. “We don’t have the money to buy the things you have”, as he pointed to my Ministries Hummer H3.
Anyhow, as I was talking to Pastor Juan, people at the service were calling me a “Marycon”. I understood the Mary part (Virgin Mary), but not the “con” part. I found out later that “con” means “with” in Spanish! I am “with Mary”! They must have really liked me and my suggestions because saying I am “with the Virgin Mary” is a huge compliment and I bless them all for their kindness and I forgive them for the low-tech D.I.Y. worship service they held for God.
So, I am proud to say that I made some new, albeit poorer, Christian friends today and was deemed a “Marycon” many times over for my unrelenting service to God. I hope to be the best “Marycon” or “with Virgin Mary” for the rest of my life.